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Military Meteoroid 327
Current Location: Edge of Horizon System

The sensor room, as usual, was incredibly busy. With the coming and going on a major holiday in Parlim, there were countless ships entering and leaving the system that had to be identified. So, obviously, tensions with the sensor crew were high, with headaches galore.

In fact, the same thing could be said for the entire compound. This was the first time in well over twenty years that this meteoroid had come this close to the edge of the system. The commander of the station, an incredibly arrogant and super ambitious man (widely regarded as a lunatic) wanted to make a good impression on his COs. This of course meant that everyone had to do a lot more work. Except him.

Bleary eyed, and with a huge migraine, a sensor officer took off his headset and lay drowsily back in his chair. He hoped to catch a quick nap before his supervisor noticed and yelled at him. He was going to be yelled at anyway, so he figured that he may as well earn it.

Suddenly, his monitor beeped. Since he was already comfortable and not willing to do any work, he gave it a half-hearted kick, and continued with his nap. Seemingly out of spite, the monitor beeped again. With the thought of “ask and thou shalt receive” in his mind, he kicked it again. It beeped again. Now he was pissed off. Couldn't it see he was trying to nap? He sat straight, wiped the dust from his shoe prints off the monitor, and read what it was trying feebly to him.

“Hm... Possible hostile contacts inbound,” he was not worried. The computer had a knack for interpreting everything that had weapons as hostile, and with the increasing number of commercial transports sporting some serious hardware, it beeped quite often.

“Computer, verify inbounds at marks 34, 52, and 57.” The monitor momentarily flickered, but continued to display the inbounds as hostiles. It began beeping more often, as more inbounds appeared. Several of them looked to be quite large. The officer, now sufficiently nervous, spoke again. “Computer, activate surveillance suites Alpha, Delta, and Gamma. Wire the feedback to sensor station 42.” Three monitors above the sensor station flickered to life and displayed external views of the station, in the direction of the oncomings. It appeared to be a fleet, and they didn't look friendly.

His jaw dropped. With a muttering of “oh shit”, he slammed his fist down on the alert button.

On the bridge of the Bringer of Devestation; Lord Lucian stood; a twisted diseased behemoth; watching space as they passed ever closer to the asteroid.
"My lord, what are your orders?" A twisted tech-priest thing, mewling and bow-legged, looked up at him.
"Order all ships to a full stop. And wait...If they open channels of communication; then we will act. But in preperation, ready a barrage of viral bombs."
"Aye, sire."
Lucian stepped forward, power-claw crackling with energy as he reached out for the small orb in the view screen, and chuckled.
"Thus begins our puppetshow. It has been so long since I last had a good game." He sneered and moved to a great throne; sitting, ichors oozing from the cracks in his armor; flesh bubbling against the metal as he watched.
"Do you want to play, little humans?"

In the strat ops room, the commanders had all gathered. They were all nervous, though anyone with a fleet of ships staring them down would most likely share that condition.

"Alright, activate the base defenses."

"Aye, sir."

"Scramble fighters, get some missiles in the tubes. Open a comm. channel with lead ship."

"I am Lucian; Lord of Death, Bringer of Plague and Destruction. We are your doom. Yield to us and be spared utter dissolution."
"My Lord, Fighters are inbound!"
"Let us show them the power of Chaos!" Lucian hissed; as the fleet rallied into a rough wedge formation; weapons charging, shields raised.
"On my mark, open fire; only enough to take our the fighters. Leave the Meteoroid intact for now."
"Aye sir"

The ships moved and great arcs of energy began to hurtle towards the enemy; turbo lasers, ion cannons and the mighty roar of warp cannons filled the void of space.

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Tag.

Nice work....

The twelve wings (240 fighters) scattered, trying to avoid all the incoming fire. Some of the fighters were not so lucky, and were incenerated by the enemy weapons.

The remaining craft (221) formed up once again and continued on their forward charge. The Phantoms, some of the most agile fighters in the Parlimian Armed forces, strafed alongside the larger ships, discharging their weapons on the surface.

Meanwhile, the meteroid's defensive guns charged, popping out of their housings and taking aim on the enemies. The fighters began to retreat, to avoid the maelstrom that was about to be unleashed.

The Main Ship powered up its guns and mighty missles came forth from the immense craft; some were high explosives; others carried the deadly viral payload. As the mainstay of the fleet surged around the planet; aiming their weapons for retreating fighters and the planetary defence guns, there were many that fell. Smaller fighters and cruisers succumbed to the rain of power and flame that came forth, gouting into their hulls.

But Lucian watched on; relishing all death, all decay, all disease..He would bring senseless sense to these humans, who thought to cheat death this day. He would bring them final breath. He smirked.
"All weapons; open fire!"

Many of the retreating fighters fell, their anti-matter engines giving off a large pop. Regardless, one hundred and sixty of the fighters returned to the hangars. The meteroid's defenses activated, the massive guns firing upon the fleet approaching.

"Sir!" yelled a tactical officer in the command champer of the military installation, "We have missiles inbound!"

"Get those CIWS cannons active!"

All across the station, energy based weapons began targeting the incoming missiles. They sent a wall of energy towards the missiles, in an attempt to destroy them and their deadly payload.

Many missles exploded in contact with the energy waves, but others plunged through space, detonating on the meteoroid; sending rock, dust and whatever payload they carried in all directions.

Fighters whirred and buzzed around, opening fire at whatever opportunity, as yet more and more fell to the enemy. But Lucian was determined to press on, to attack, crush, kill and conquer...

“Sir! Sectors 67-121 are breached! There are traces of viral agents spreading in those areas!”

“Seal them off!”

“But, sir, we still have personnel in those sectors!”

“It doesn't matter, they're dead now, anyway! Seal them off, before it further spreads!”

“Aye, sir!”

Across the station, airtight doors began dropping into place, and the ventalation system redirected itself to avoid the contaminated areas. Nevertheless, the station had already taken severe damage, the missiles had destroyed over a quarter of the station. The meteroid's orbit was quickly destabilising, with the giant thrusters offline, it would only be a matter of time before something extremely bad happened.

“Sir, the ventalation system is showing a clear, but I'm still detecting viral agents with the other sensors.”

“What? Check the system!”

“Sir, contaminants detected in this sector!”

“Seal off the command room!”

“No effect, virals have entered the room!”

“Send a message to fleet command, 'Under attack, enemy unkown. Last recorded position at edge of system, sector -” The commander could not finish the message, as his skin started bubbling. He gave a cough, blood splattered the floor, and fell to the ground. The other crew were about to abandon ship when the same thing happened to them. The last action was that of the brave sensor officer, who managed to hit the “send” button, disptaching the unfinished message to Fleet Command.

With the crew dead, the AI running the station assumed command over all the functions, taking power from everywhere to sustain the guns. The fired several more huge salvos at the incoming fleet, but eventually sputtered and died.

Everything shutdown.

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Pods broke the surface of the meteoroid as the calm was broken; footfalls echoed on the silent sphere; Plague marines moved; blowing open the sealed doors of the facility and making their way inside; flanked by dead and rotting corpses of the victims of their terrible weapons.

Lord Lucian bestrode the halls of the asteroid; pausing in the control room as bent and hobbled tech-priests bowed; working on computer terminals; their eyes burning and eager.

"Take everything we can; technology, data. Give me status"

"Thrusters are down lord, Orbit is decaying..."

"Good; planetfall?"

"Time of impact is unknown lord..."

"Continue your work; prime the weapons systems. Send word to the fleet; any spare viral bombs are to be deposited on the surface. We shall make this place ready; that it make an impact when it brings us round to a target."

"Aye Lord; For the Ruinous Powers"

"Good; may Nurgle's blessings annoint this globe."

Fleet HQ, Port Hope

The Fleet HQ Operations room was usually dark, with the flicker of numerous display screens producing a glow. In front of all the lined desks with computer terminals, lay one giant screen, mounted to the wall. The picture was currently divided, showing many different messages, maps, and fleet statistics for the causal onlooker to observe.

Not that there were many casual onlookers, though, as Fleet HQ was of the highest security. They even had one of those signs that said “Trespassers will be shot; survivors will be shot again,” but that's beside the point.

In a glassed-off circular office in the middle of the middle of the ops room sat a man. The man just happened to be President of Parlim, and numerous bodyguards stood around him, but currently, he was acting commander of the 1st Fleet, until a replacement could be found. He was busily shuffling through datapads.

The main screen suddenly went blank for a moment, then displayed what was presumably a message from an outlying outpost.

A man appeared on screen, in the uniform of a base commander, but hardly looking as if he was truly in command. Behind him, cries of pain, laser fire, and explosions could be heard. He began speaking, stuttering constantly, “Under attack, enemy unkown. Last recorded position at edge of system, sector - “

His message was interrupted by the fact that its recorder had collapsed dead, on the floor from what looked to be radiation poisoning.

The President, who had looked up from his work to watch the message, was now at his feet running towards a communication stations.

“Admiral Cloudshore, we-”

The man spoke, “I saw. What station is it from?”

“Looks like one of our military meteoroids. Hold on a sec, confirming... Yeh, that's what it is. Military Meteoroid 327, on the edge of the system.”

“Relay the data to the sensor station and see if they can get a fix on its position,” as soon as Cloudshore had said that, a man from sensor station alpha jogged over.

“Sir, it looks like the station's orbit has decayed. Its making a beeline through our system, looks like it'll hit the binary star in under forty hours.”

“Good lord, that could cause major repercussions.”

“Yes sir, a major solar flare, if it hits how I think it will. Could shake the orbits of several of the closer planets.”

“Activate the Deep Space Imaging Array, I want to see the station.”

“Yes sir.”

Within moments, the main screen had changed from playing a loop of the distress signal to an image of the meteoroid, from a wide angle. Even in the distance, the damage looked extreme, and there appeared to be several ships following it as it moved.

Cloudshore was grim. He turned to his staff, “Mobilize the first fleet. Put all the capitol ships on guard duty around our primary cities, and dispatch,” he thought for a moment, “Fifteen Orca Frigates, Twenty Peregrine Corvettes, and around five Coyotes to the meteoroid.” His assistants nodded, and headed off to inform tactical commander when William stopped them, “Have one of the Sword of the Republics join the group.”

“Yes, sir.”

The entire 1st fleet had never mobilized before. This would be interesting. Meanwhile, the selected ships left dock and sped off towards the meteoroid.

OoC: All me military tech can be found here (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=356734).

((OOC: Damn good on both of your parts.))

OOC: OH SNAP!! Not one of those damned Sword of the Republic...

The great weapons of the asteroid were reactivated; the asteroid was laced with biological and explosive weapons; and the fleet had encircled it; swarming about it like vast obscene metal wasps or locusts; watching and waiting for their enemy.

"My Lord! Multiple contacts are inbound!"

"Order the asteroid to open fire; lay down suppressing waves of fire with our own weapons....Lets show them the power of Chaos"